User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-4094509-20111020015918

Soarin chuckles lightly. "It's not what you're thinking Claudius. A mighty falcon such as I wouldn't eat bugs and worms. Have you got anything other then that? Like scones or the like."

Soarin would hop forward, closing the wide gap between her and the newly met weasel. "Where are you going may I ask?"